روايات وقصص ضمن Princess Diana Daughter

" All those who didn't raise their hands left the room, confusion on their faces. We had discussed what the King planned on doing, and he felt this was the best way. "Ok, now I have some news that I would like to impart on you." The King said. "You all know of, or have learned about the fact my daughter went missing when she was three months old?" People nodded and listened intently. "Well, it was discovered that she dies 19 years ago. I won't give you the details, as we are still looking into it, but my little Laire grew into a beautiful woman and was blessed with a daughter." There were gasps around the room. "I would like to introduce you to the reason you have been brought here, and the

Wild, indulgent, and brash, he was everything the elder was not. And then there was the daughter—the Reinaldi princess. Or, as it turned out, not a Reinaldi at all. The revelation that she bore no biological connection to the family had detonated like a quiet bomb, reverberating behind closed doors. It was a secret few knew, but the implications were vast. The girl who had once been groomed as the heir to a billion-dollar film dynasty had unknowingly become the center of a long-buried tragedy. It was no surprise they'd been targeted.

"I'm Selena Campbell, eldest daughter of the Duke of Blackmoor's family. By command of Her Majesty the Queen, I've come to welcome Princess Lilia." The princess beamed. "In that case, I'll call you Lena! From now on, you stick with me. I'll protect you."

And then her name was announced. “Introducing, Princess Evelyn, daughter of the Alpha King.” The herald’s words sliced through my sorrow like a blade, so jarring it nearly made me jump. I whipped around to the entrance, and every head turned toward the grand staircase. As I looked up toward the open ballroom doors, my breath caught in my throat. She was radiant. No, radiant wasn’t a strong enough word. I racked my brain trying to describe her, but all words failed to truly capture her essence. She was devastating.

“Betrothed. To Diana.” Diana De Morven. Only daughter of one of California’s richest families. I met her once at The Dylan’s mansion three years ago. Total snob. I laughed softly. “That’s a joke, right?” My laughter died when Agnes shook her head. “Merissa knows Diana. She’s friends with Merissa’s big sister, Mindy. You remember her, cutie with short blonde hair? It’s legit news. Didn’t Jake tell you?” Hell no. He didn’t.

He stammered out. My breath caught in my chest. “That is Impossible! The Westhaven Royals are dead. Every last one of them!” I growled out. My face flushing in anger. “N…no sir, It…it has been reported that they are alive and well…that…they have been in the human realm all this time. They…they have returned sir…and with them……their daughter the princess” He said trailing off nervously. I stood up quickly, my chair sliding back so hard that it fell over. “Your majesty, there is something else you need to know sir” He said, backing away from me. My aura seeped out in waves as I gritted my teeth. “The..the princess sir…she....she is pregnant your majesty. It is believed that the child is prince

Regina said as she demanded for what had been promised to her. Darius’s grey eyes narrowed slightly at the unmistakable meaning behind her statement. Lady Regina Baldirius is the only daughter of the current prime minister and thought to be the prime candidate to become the next queen. Both the lady and her father had their eyes set on the first prince of the Kingdom and had no qualms in making their intent known to all.

"Life happens." His brow arched. "But why the secrecy? No one knows what the President’s daughter looks like." Lydia’s expression darkened. "You must have heard about the tragedy ten years ago, right? My father had four children. One was poisoned, another died in an accident, and the youngest was kidnapped. Her body washed up on the beach." Rowan exhaled sharply. "That's... horrific." Lydia nodded "All within a year." His fingers tightened around his glass. "How did you survive?"

Like he didn’t even recognize me. Reluctantly I handed over the toy, I didn’t want him to leave. Talking to him was a gift I haven’t had in a long time. “What’s your daughter’s name?” “Alexis.” Quickly, I tried to mask the surprise that I knew he could read on my face, but not before he noticed. “Alexis. A beautiful name.”